Squirting Backfire

Kate and Avi sprawl across the sheets, bare and burning. Their mouths lock. Their palms glide over slick skin, fingers squeezing and stroking in all the right places. Their breaths mix hot and fast until Avi suddenly pulls back, her chest heaving. She wants to switch it up. They both love how wet Kate gets—how she sprays when she comes—but the laundry every single time? Too much. Avi suggests they skip the front entirely and try her ass instead, maybe that tight, untouched hole won’t trigger the usual flood. Kate gives a wicked grin. She’s never had anything back there, but she’s game. They sink back into the heat, this time spreading each other’s cheeks, tongues tracing new paths over places their lips have never dared. Their bodies tense, the pace slow at first, then sharper, slick with spit and heat. Their plan to hold back starts to fray.